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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
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,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.