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 Cuba and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 electroclash 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.