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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Pagans to the electroclash 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Gong,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.