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 Gambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bang On A Can to the grime 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
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 Fall,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.