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 Costa Rica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
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,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.