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 Burkina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
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,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.