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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Index,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.