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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 MC5 to the electroclash 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.