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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.