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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 K-Klass to the crunk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.