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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fall to the rap 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.