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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Supertramp 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.