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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.