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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.