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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the rock 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Index,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.