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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
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,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.