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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.