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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.