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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Scion,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.