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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
X-102,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Can,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.