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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
The Remains,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.