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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.