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 Malta and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.