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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
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,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
AZ,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.