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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Misunderstood to the disco 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.