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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.