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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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?
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.