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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 The Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.