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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.