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 Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.