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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
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,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.