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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.