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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.