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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Shoche 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
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,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.