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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
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.