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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.