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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.