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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the techno 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.