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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.