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 Korea North and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.