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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.