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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.