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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.