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 Georgia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.