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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 synthesizer and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.