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 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 mellotron 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Urselle,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.