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 Jordan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.