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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 Agent Orange to the dance 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
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,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.