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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.