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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 David McCallum 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
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,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.