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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scott Walker to the jazz 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
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,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.