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 Tunisia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
CMW,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.