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 Norway and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
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,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.