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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.