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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.