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 Indonesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.