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 Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Henry Cow to the techno 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
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,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.