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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.