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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the rock 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
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,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.