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 Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oblivians to the grime 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
The Move,
Index,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.