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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Model 500 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.