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 Israel and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.