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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trumans Water 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
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,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.