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 Laos and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
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,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.