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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.