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 Burundi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deakin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.