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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Slick Rick to the grime 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.