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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
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,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.