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 Africa and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultravox 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.