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 Argentina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.