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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Television,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.