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 Indonesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.