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 Spain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
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,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.