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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.