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 Angola and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Techniques to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.