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 Cyprus and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.