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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ice-T to the disco 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.