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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Skarface to the electroclash 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.