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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.