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 Niger and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
the Slits,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.