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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.