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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Henry Cow to the funk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.