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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.