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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.