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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.