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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.