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 New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
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,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.