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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
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,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.