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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 the Slits to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
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,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.