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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
The Names,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
cv313,
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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.