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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.