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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.