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 Philippines and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marine Girls to the techno 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
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,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.