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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
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,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.