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 Gabon and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Faust,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.