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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.