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 Oman and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.