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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.