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 Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
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,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.