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 Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Index,
June Days,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.