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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.