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 Spain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the grunge 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.