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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.