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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Technova,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Index,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.