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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Motions to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
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,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.