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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the dance 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.