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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 X-102 to the rap 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
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.