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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.