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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.