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 Iceland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.