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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
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 Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.