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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mission of Burma to the dance 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 guitar and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.