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 Andorra and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Visage,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.