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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.