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 Portugal and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Intrusion to the rock 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.