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 Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
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,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.