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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
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,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.