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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
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,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.