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 Australia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 FM Einheit to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.