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 Gambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.