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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.