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 France 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.