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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
X-101,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
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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.