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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Star Department to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Slave,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.