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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
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,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.