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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.