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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Icehouse to the jazz 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.