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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
The Move,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.