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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Jandek to the disco 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme 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,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Technova,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.