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 Brunei and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
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,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.