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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
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,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.