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 Latvia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 cv313 to the rock 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.