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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '90s.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.