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 Kenya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wire to the techno 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.