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 Canada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
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,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.