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 Georgia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Mandrill 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
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,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Technova,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.