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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
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,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.