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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Litter to the rock 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.