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 India and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stooges to the grime 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.