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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.