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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 The Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Q65,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.