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 Finland and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
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,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
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Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.