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 Guyana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
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,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.