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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the funk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.