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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland 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,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
the Association,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.