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 Chad and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.