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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.