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 Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the disco 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
JFA,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.