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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
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,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.