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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Germs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.