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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.