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 Iran and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.