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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the rock 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.