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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a theremin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.