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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the punk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.