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 Iceland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.