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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Pole,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.