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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.