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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fortunes 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.