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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Can,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.