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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
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,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Technova,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
UT,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.