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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.