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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.