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 Germany and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.