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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.