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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.