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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
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,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.