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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.