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 Argentina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Gong,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Monks,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.