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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
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,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.