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 Israel and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.