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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Motorama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.