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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selecter 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.