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 Libya and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.