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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.