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 Malaysia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
The Saints,
UT,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.