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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.