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 Cyprus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.