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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 PIL to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.