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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.