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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the funk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Pole,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.