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 Botswana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David McCallum to the grunge 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.