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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Skriet,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.