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 Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
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,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Slave,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.