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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.