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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
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,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.