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 South Africa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Motorama,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.