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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.