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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Minor Threat to the rap 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Visage,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.