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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound 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?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.