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 Antigua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.