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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The United States of America to the crunk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.