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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.