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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
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,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.