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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.