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 Hungary and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.