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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.