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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a snare 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.