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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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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.