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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Index,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Can,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.