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 Panama and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Cure to the punk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.