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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.