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 Angola 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the dance 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.