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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
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,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Interpol,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.