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 Panama and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pagans to the rap 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.