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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.