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 Barbados and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
cv313,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.