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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.