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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.