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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a spring reverb 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.