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 Netherlands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
New Order,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.