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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.