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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.