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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
June Days,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.