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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.