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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the rap 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.