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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the electroclash 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.