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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.