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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.