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 Czech Republic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.