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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.