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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.