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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.