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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.