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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.