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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.