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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.