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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.