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 Lesotho and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.