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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.