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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.