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 Poland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Ituana to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
10cc,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.