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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 MDC to the crunk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.