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 Uganda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shadows of Knight to the disco 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Monks,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
The Move,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.