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 Libya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.