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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Ludus,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.