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 Hungary and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.