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 Brazil and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.