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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield 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?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.