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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Flesh Eaters to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.