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 Philippines and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.