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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.