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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the funk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
UT,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.