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 Botswana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
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,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.