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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.