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 India and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.