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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
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,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
The Standells,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.