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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.