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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Gong,
the Germs,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.