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 Hungary and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon to the techno 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Ludus,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.