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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Soft Cell to the punk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
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,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.