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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.