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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
The Motions,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.