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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Womack to the techno 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.