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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
The Move,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.