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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
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,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.