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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
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,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.