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 Montenegro and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
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,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.