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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
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,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Visage,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.