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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
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.