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 Congo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 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 Q and Not U to the rap 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
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,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Fugazi,
X-102,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.