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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
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,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.