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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.