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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.