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 Spain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.