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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.