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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.