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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.