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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
JFA,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.