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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mojo Men to the techno 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Crime,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.