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 Burkina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
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,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.