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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Television,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.