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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.