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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Black Pus 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.