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 Peru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
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,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Can,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.