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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yusef Lateef 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.