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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gories 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.