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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Martian,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.