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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Index,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.