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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.