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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.