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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the punk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.