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 Haiti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style to the rap 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
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,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.