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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a 808 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Technova,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Fear,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.