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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord 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?
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.