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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.