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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.