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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.