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 Burkina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.