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 Armenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Fugazi,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.