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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Fuzztones,
Japan,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.