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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skriet to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.