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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Yazoo to the crunk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
X-102,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.