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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.