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 Brazil and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.