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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Sister Nancy to the grime 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.