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 Angola and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.