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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Pole,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.