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 Algeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gap Band to the electroclash 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.