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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.