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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.