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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Urselle 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.