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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
The Monks,
cv313,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.