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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.