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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Swans,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.