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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.