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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
DNA,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.