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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the rock 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
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,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.