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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
New Order,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.