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 Congo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
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,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Organ,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.