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 Maldives and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Q65,
Marmalade,
CMW,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.