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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the punk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
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,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.