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 Monaco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a snare 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.