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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.