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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Swans,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.