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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.