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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Nas,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.