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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.