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 Georgia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.