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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
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,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.