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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.