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 Iran and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
JFA,
the Slits,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.