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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.