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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Angels of Light to the jazz 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.