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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roy Ayers to the rock 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Franke,
UT,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Sparks,
The Names,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.