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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Toasters to the dance 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Magma,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.