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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 Hong Kong and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 güiro and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
PIL,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.