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 Panama and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.