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 Colombia and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.