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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.