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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
UT,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.