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 Italy and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.