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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the punk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.