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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.