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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.