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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.