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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.