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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.