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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.