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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.