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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.