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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the punk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls 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 punk 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 guitar 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.