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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.