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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.