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 Eritrea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.