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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grime 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
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,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.