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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
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,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.