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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Qualms to the electroclash 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.