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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Organ,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.