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 Zambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
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,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Q65,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
The Standells,
The Cure,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.