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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
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,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.