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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.