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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
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,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.