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 New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.