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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Scion,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.