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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '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 Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.