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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
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,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Interpol,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Aswad,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.