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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.