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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.