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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.