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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Wings,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.