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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.