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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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?
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.