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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
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,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.