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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fortunes to the grunge 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.