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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.