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 Malta and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the techno 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
The Evens,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.