Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.