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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.