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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.