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 Iran and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.