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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
The Index,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Japan,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.