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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 cv313 to the dance 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Television,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
UT,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.