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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.