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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.