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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Ultravox to the techno 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
AZ,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.