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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.