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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
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,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.