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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cameo to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.