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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
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,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.