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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.