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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the techno 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Q65,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.