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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.