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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
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 Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.