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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Essential Logic 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.