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 Haiti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unwound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
The Index,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.