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 Brazil and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.