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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
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,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.