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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.