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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Smog,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.