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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a 808 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.