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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 electroclash 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.