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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
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,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.