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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.