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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.