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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.