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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the rock 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. 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 electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
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,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.