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 Tonga and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Rekid 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
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 American Breed,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.