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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.