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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Negative Approach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
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,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.