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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the techno 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
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,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Roxette,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.