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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.