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 Poland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.