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 Australia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.