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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.