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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobbi Humphrey 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.