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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Eurythmics to the dance 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.