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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Brick,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.