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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Crime,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.