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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.