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 Laos and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.