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 Syria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Darondo to the disco 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.