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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.