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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.