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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
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,
The Selecter,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.