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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 synthesizer 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 June Days to the electroclash 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.