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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.