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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.