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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.