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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.