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 Peru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Black Flag to the crunk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.