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 Bolivia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
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,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.