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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fuzztones to the disco 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a snare 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.