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 United States and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.