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 Cyprus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
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,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.