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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.