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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
This Heat,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.