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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 J.B.'s to the rap 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.