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 South Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Crime,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Flipper,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.