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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Wings,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.