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 Maldives and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Subhumans to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.