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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.