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 Turkey and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Loose Ends to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.