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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Fear,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.