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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.