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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.