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 Poland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
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,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.