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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lungfish to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson 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 dance 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.