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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.