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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.