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 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the rap 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.