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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 JFA to the punk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
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,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.