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 San Marino and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Section 25,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.