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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.