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 Burkina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Newcleus to the electroclash 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.