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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Organ,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Pole,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.