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 Finland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the disco 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.