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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.