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 Iceland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.