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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.