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 Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the electroclash 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.