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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.