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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
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 Stooges,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.