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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.