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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Franke,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.