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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Skriet to the jazz 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.