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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.