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 Israel and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.