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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Eric Copeland to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a snare 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.