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 Barbados and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.