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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.