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 Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
X-101,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.