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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.