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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the grunge 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.