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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Technova,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.