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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.