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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Litter to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.