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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
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,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.