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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Residents to the disco 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
X-102,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Hoover,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.