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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.