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 South Sudan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.