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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.