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 Iceland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
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,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.