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 Panama and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.