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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.