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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.