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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.