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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
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 Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
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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.