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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
UT,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.