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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.