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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Josef K to the grime 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.