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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.