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 Belgium and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Cluster 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.