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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.