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 Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.