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 Guyana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Main Source,
Wire,
Alphaville,
PIL,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.