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 Burundi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
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,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.