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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the funk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.