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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.