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 Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bob Dylan to the rock 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
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,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.