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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
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,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.