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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Prince Buster to the jazz 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.