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 India and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
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,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.