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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.