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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Invisible 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Can,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.