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 Belgium and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an oboe 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
PIL,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.