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 Haiti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.