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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.