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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
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 Evens,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.