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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Organ,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.