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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.