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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Visage,
Magma,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.