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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dirtbombs to the punk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
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,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.