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 Singapore and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.