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 Jordan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
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 Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.