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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.