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 Dominica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.