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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.