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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.