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 Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
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,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
The Gories,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Smog,
The Cure,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.