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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 The Cure to the techno 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
The Names,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.