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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Cramps to the funk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.